Photograph by Raluca Caragea
I leaped into the mirror
of my unknowing,
climbed a distant hill,
with difficulty encountering
the Tree of my Being,
and learning at last
the Art of Being Still.
Arms turned into branches,
waving in the breeze.
With all my leaves at ease,
my trunk grew strong and sure.
My transformation had come
just in time,
made stalwart, stout,
so that I might
endure.
Great, Sherry!! I wish I could find the Tree of my Being, but it is probably too late for me, one of the 'old dogs.'
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Ah, I love your idea of transformation, Sherry! Yes, you will endure!
ReplyDeleteGreat words on transformation and searching the soul. Enjoyed them.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful transformation that comes from the experience of hardships and loss. I love this Sherry!
ReplyDeleteA unique and lovely interpretation of the photography. Have a great weekend ....
ReplyDeleteThis is so wise and fab! Wish I get this kind of tranquility of thought.
ReplyDeleteThat's you, Sherry. Wonderful self-portrait.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing poem - it flowed so beautifully and with such ease..as if it came to you from the mirror itself
ReplyDeleteWow, Sherry! I love ‘leaped into the mirror / of my unknowing’ and ‘encountering / the Tree of my Being’. The pandemic has taught me the Art of Being Still. A wonderful transformation – I hope to come back as a tree.
ReplyDeleteI think in the looking glass you found your inner heart that beats with nature and you became rooted to the earth. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteAn active tranquility. I love the way this captures the strength of the speaker.
ReplyDeleteThank you, friends, for the visits and the encouraging words. I usually have a hard time with writing from an image, but this image gives lots of scope.
ReplyDeleteI love the phrase "leaped into the mirror of unknowing"! You are in your happy spot and you will endure!! Stay safe.
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endure
How it could be so, Sherry! However human failings or weaknesses are no match to the invisible virus causing havoc overturning the whole fabric of living, human decency and feelings.
Hank
"Arms turned into branches,
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I really like this, Sherry, especially the leaping. Full of a feel of discovery, and of the patience of endurance.
ReplyDeleteLove, Love, love, LOVE! To leqaop into the clouds of unknowing is what I'd like to do, tho my entrance is often slow--so your mirror of unknowing rang my chimes. The vision is perfect all the way through.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I suppose life can be thought of as an endurance test and we surely need a strong trunk for it.
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